Love and Sin

That’s what we used to call ‘love’

Four letters with a thousand stories

We meet

We know

We love

But we grow old

And time never stops..

So the love changes,

Comes into a thousand memories..

Comes into a thousand sins..

And finally, we only can dream

Like.. I just wanna have a man that comes to me without any compulsion

that comes with his own ship

And says that he wants me all the way

To be wife,

Not to be like this..

So the silent midnight makes us realize

That maybe he isn’t what we look for..

-Created by Putriayuhr